This is my most recent film poem. I edited together a video I made while scattering my uncle’s ashes with a poem I wrote a few months ago about the sea. It sometimes amazes me how two mediums can come together and turn into something bigger than as separate entities. This was one of those times for me. And I want to make more…
“Letter to the Sea”
There is a sea for every stage of grief:
All are full of salt.
It is said that signs of drowning look like waving;
no way to tell dead calm from done for.
At night no one can find you;
black water reflects back rock.
The moon is a lighthouse,
darkened and mostly invisible.
Only the shipping forecasts make waves
to predict the speed at which you fall:
Quickly. Slowly. Not at all.